I lived with my hair and I have never been to Sanya. Standing on the balcony on the 11th floor, the sea breeze is like the mother's hand, and it is gentle. Look at the people coming and going on the beach, suddenly whim, want to write a letter to strangers in the distance. I wrote a few pages and there was an impulse to write my own life. I am a 70-year-old man. I used to use paper, pens and stamps for my whole life. I like papers that are thick and yellow. However, wrinkles are increasing and my skin is carved. I know better than anyone else. Daddy, will never return on an unknown day. I don't know if it is because there is a lot of time left and there is little left. I am particularly willing to accept and send out warmth Parliament Cigarettes, and I want to have some connection with people and things in the distance. If one day, I receive a warm and blessing from a stranger from afar, my heart is satisfied. And I am willing to be the messenger first. The address was seen in a magazine. It might be a student. Before the seal, I sneaked to the beach and took some steps. I grabbed some clean sand and put it in the envelope. Oh, I seem to be able to imagine the other person's appearance of the fine sand that still exists in the palm of my hand. It is a fate to receive it, and it is doomed if it is not. Leisurely, free, casual, follow. I said that I had just returned to my home after a week of study and living. There was a letter from Hainan in the mailbox at the door. Carefully open the envelope, poured out the golden fine sand, gently cleaned up in a wishing bottle, as if you can see the distant sea, and the distant people. There are several letters, strong words, clearly identifiable, and if the tip of the hairspring is just right with a pen, it should be a thin, weather-beaten old man. To put it simply, he wants to make friends. I am also happy to be so far away, there is such a beautiful and beautiful existence. When I lifted the pen, I returned the letter and gently picked some long-lost leaves before sealing. If he receives it, he must be happy. I was born in Jiangnan, grew up in Jiangnan, and studied in a key middle school named after the town. The life is ordinary and peaceful like a pool of spring water. I have never experienced too many deaths and deaths, and I have never encountered any changes in my life. I am carrying my own little life and guarding little happiness. Today, when the old man suddenly believes, he also learned to write a letter to strangers in the distance. Standing next to the dark green postbox, it suddenly fell rain, the tiles were frosty, the alleys were long, the lights were shaking, and the chest was illuminated. Looking up at the moonlight, how are the Iraqis in the distance? "A drop of cool rain fell on the tip of the tongue. I know, he will hear it. Smile, the moonlight is just right. He said: I am a male, age 30, domestic photographer, little famous, working in a magazine. A certain month One day, I received a letter from Zhejiang. It is strange that there is little knowledge in Zhejiang. Open the letter, which is filled with falling English, dry, seems to have been treasured for a long time. The letter is a small show, clean and beautiful Newport Cigarettes. She said that she was a high school student and was inspired to write a letter to a stranger in the distance. I was surprised that there was such a person in modern society, but she was serious about her life, her anger. Sadness, her joys and sorrows, the end of the letter is Haizi's poem: stranger Marlboro Cigarettes, I also bless you for wishing you a bright future. May your lover finally become a wish to have happiness in the world, I am heart-warming, stubborn I wanted to find out the cause of such a long-lost heartbeat, but I found nothing. So I was anxious to reply and then sent another stranger to send happiness. I ran to the old alley in Beijing and took some photos, washed it out and folded it into the envelope. Vague, flowing Hey, people from afar, I miss you on the other side: "Sure enough, students are actually suffering. The inner dementia is not recognized by me. I tell me and her every day as an old man who reads articles for her." Throughout my life, I only hope that she can remember me again. She can't remember me. Sometimes when I finish reading everything between us, she will remember everything and call my name to hold me in my arms and burst into tears. In a few minutes, the frenzy of memories faded, she became the one who had no memory. How hard life was, and when I accidentally received a reply from a distant place, the smile was light and the tears were full of green shirts. Hemingway said: "No People are an island. "I looked up and saw the full moon. If you look up, you can see the same bright moon. I said: I accidentally received two letters from the old people of Sanya and the young people in Beijing. Suddenly I felt that I was so eager to go to my palm, Shendian.